At Midnight (Micro-fiction)

We met at midnight, and knitted the silvered raindrop crystals into our pale numb skin. The feel of eternity on our mortal casing was tantalising. Amidst the forest of our dreams, we housed a part of the infinite sapphire screen dusted with the swirling stardust in our eyes. The two misplaced constellations had aligned in perfect synchrony; and with slippered mercury steps a billion new galaxies were born. We sipped the stars, and counted each gulp in the light of the fires raging in our hearts. The stars shimmered above the verdant canopy, and so did we. The sky never tasted so good, neither did he.

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